Returning his attention to her center, he ran his hand up the length of her leg before sliding one finger into her wetness, then another. Elyria cried out, her toes curling over his shoulders, the muscles in her stomach flexing, her core clenching around his fingers.
“Ric—please,” she whimpered. “I need you. I’m going to?—”
The sound Elyria made as she came under Cedric’s tongue was the most beautiful song he would ever hear. She released a breathless laugh as she came down from it, tugging on his hair again until he crawled back up her body, arms braced on either side of her head.
“That was—” She pulled his face to hers, and primal satisfaction roared through Cedric as she tasted herself on his tongue. Wrapping her legs around his waist, her eyes were nothing but gleaming emerald pools as she urged him closer. “I need you,” she said again, and Cedric moaned as she reached down and wrapped her fingers around his throbbing cock, notching him at her entrance.
“Elle, I?—”
“Now,” she demanded, and who was he to refuse her?
Inch by excruciating inch, Cedric slid into her wet heat. He didn’t want to go too fast, had to take his time, even as Elyria clawed at hisback, lifting her hips to meet him, to urge him inside. Had to go slow because the feeling was nothing short of being hit with the force of a thousand suns.
Ecstasy.
Bliss.
It had never felt like this before.
Neverfitlike this before.
As if she had been crafted just for him.
Cedric’s eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head as he finally sheathed himself entirely inside her, feeling her tightening around him. He wished he could bottle the sounds she made as he withdrew, then slammed into her to the hilt.
That raging, primal urge flared in his chest once more, his teeth aching to meet her skin. He had to claim her, had to make sure there wasn’t a single person in all Arcanis who would doubt who she belonged to—who he belonged to in return.
The instinct was all-consuming, resistance utterly futile.
He dipped his head, the muscles in his arms flexing as he lowered himself, brushing his mouth to the side of her neck, his teeth scraping along her pulse. She released a needy sound, tilting her head to the side as if to give him better access to her.
Yes,she seemed to say, her voice an echo in his mind.Do it.
And that was all Cedric needed before he clamped his teeth down andbit.
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PERFECT AND MINE
ELYRIA
Euphoria.
Light and madness and that feeling of coming home. That’s what it feels like to have Cedric’s teeth close along my skin, to feel his pulse hammering against my own as we join together.
As he claims me.
As I’ve claimed him.
I am his, and he is mine.
I don’t say the words aloud. But it’s as though he hears them anyway, as clearly as if they’d just spilled from my lips. Cedric’s gold-ringed eyes are piercing when they meet my own, a thousand unsung lyrics swimming in their depths.
I wonderhow many swim in mine.
“Yes,” he says, lifting his mouth from my neck, rolling his hips. “Mine.”
The shimmering wave of that thread between us lights up, and I feel my shadows simultaneously swell and shrink—like they don’t know what to do. Don’t know whether to chase the light blooming inside me, or to run from it.
